Selections of Poetry for Reading and Study. [Illustrated.]1862 - 319 pàgines |
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Pàgina 4
... o'er the dark her silver mantle threw . When Adam thus to Eve : " Fair consort , the hour Of night , and all things now retired to rest , Mind us of like repose , since God hath set Labour and rest , as day and night , to men Successive ...
... o'er the dark her silver mantle threw . When Adam thus to Eve : " Fair consort , the hour Of night , and all things now retired to rest , Mind us of like repose , since God hath set Labour and rest , as day and night , to men Successive ...
Pàgina 12
... O'er all the Italian fields , where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold , who , having learned thy way , Early may fly the Babylonian woe . MILTON . ON HIS BLINDNESS . WHEN I consider how my light ...
... O'er all the Italian fields , where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold , who , having learned thy way , Early may fly the Babylonian woe . MILTON . ON HIS BLINDNESS . WHEN I consider how my light ...
Pàgina 36
... art she . My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch 36 SELECTIONS OF POETRY . On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture.
... art she . My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch 36 SELECTIONS OF POETRY . On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture.
Pàgina 37
Selections. - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unfelt , a kiss ; Perhaps a tear , if souls can weep in bliss- Ah , that maternal smile ! it answers ...
Selections. - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unfelt , a kiss ; Perhaps a tear , if souls can weep in bliss- Ah , that maternal smile ! it answers ...
Pàgina 39
... contemplation's help , not sought in vain , I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again , To have renewed the joys that once were mine , Without the sin of violating thine ; And , while the wings of fancy still are free COWPER . 39.
... contemplation's help , not sought in vain , I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again , To have renewed the joys that once were mine , Without the sin of violating thine ; And , while the wings of fancy still are free COWPER . 39.
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Frases i termes més freqüents
adore angels beams Beau marked beauty bids billows blessed blest bliss blood breast breath bright cheer Christ cloud crown dark death deep delight divine dwell earth Echo EDMESTON eternal everlasting everlasting song fair faith Father fear flowers foes Gethsemane glorious glory grace hallelujah hand happy hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope immortal Jehovah Jesus King Lamb Lamb of God land light live Lord mercy mighty morning mountains night numbers o'er Omnipotence peace pilgrim Pilgrim Fathers praise prayer ransomed redeemed rest RICHARD LANGHORN rise rocks round saints Saviour seraph shade Shepherd shine shore sight sing sinner skies smile song Songs of praise sorrow soul Spirit spread Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sweet tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne Thy Word truth Twas vale voice waves wings wonders Zion's camps
Passatges populars
Pàgina 12 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Pàgina 11 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand ; the gate With dreadful faces thronged, and fiery arms.
Pàgina 2 - And feel thy sovereign vital lamp : but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd.
Pàgina 16 - Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light ; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding, and no wit, Receives no praise, but (though her lot be such, Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew, And in that charter reads, with sparkling eyes, Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Pàgina 42 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live.
Pàgina 93 - Heavens ! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays...
Pàgina 231 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam : For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Pàgina 190 - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere ; Thither the rainbow comes — the cloud — • And mists that spread the flying shroud ; And sunbeams ; and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past; But that enormous barrier binds it fast.
Pàgina 4 - By shorter flight to the east, had left him there Arraying with reflected purple arid gold The clouds that on his western throne attend. -^Now came still evening. on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad...
Pàgina 36 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...